all that's left


the warm night air carresses my skin
as you once did
and my thoughts veer paradoxically closer
for i have no reason to look there anymore
the danger with love is you give it
and it is could be tossed to the side
used up
replacement required
but sometimes a miracle can happen
sometimes that which seems as
passing fancy
really isn't all it appears to be
it can be a wake up call
a call for urgency and action
this is what i have left
	Spirits Wed Apr 26 20:44:16 2000



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